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"No illusion comes true"
"No illusion comes true"
"No illusion come tru..."
Wrong, I'm sorry. Want to try again? You can't.
Who knows why most of the films we appreciated most during our childhood are animated cartoons. As kids, we preferred drawings over flesh-and-blood actors. Go figure why. Anyway, here among us, the opinion that animation is solely for children finds incredible and unjustified support. It's also said that reason is wasted on fools.
Animated cinema is for children and no one else.
Reality. If I see, perceive, and feel something, this something can never be identified by me as false, the unreal is real, the real depends on perception and speaking in absolute terms is a gamble. There is no door at the boundaries between illusion and reality, the latter two hover around us, they interchange. Everything depends on when we lift our eyes, just as we see the sun by day and the moon by night. But that's when the sky is clear. There also exists fog, clouds, rain. And there things get a little messy.
In this work, Satoshi Kon takes on the guise of a David Cronenberg of animated cinema. Perfect Blue is a violent, delirious, hallucinatory film that shuffles and reshuffles the deck. The beginning might already hint at something: it introduces us to the Japanese phenomenon of Idols, young girls taken very young and thrown into the market, into every realm of showbiz, sometimes stalking objects and always subjects of perversion and morbidity by the audience. In a word: trash. So are we dealing with a denunciation film that sanctions an irritating and crazy phenomenon? No. Of course, there is an inevitable critique of such a reality. But that's not where it's heading.
It starts early. A decision. A simple life decision, the end of one chapter and the beginning of another, brighter and longer-lasting. Which instead turns out to be a continuous crescendo of anxiety and terror.
Early on begins a horrific trip of about eighty minutes, that shatters and reassembles a tableau made of reality and illusion, held together yet well separated. Then the blow. Reality and illusion begin to mix, creating a current, a sticky vortex in which everything sinks. With violence and confusion. Ever more stunning and morbid.
A film to show and re-show to your children so that they may grow up in the most harmonious and stable way possible
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